Mo Xun was in the side hall of Yongning Palace.
Ever since Shen Wei became seriously ill, Li Yuanjing ordered Mo Xun to stay in Yongning Palace and not leave at all.
Mo Xun cursed in his heart.
The hard days of working overtime day and night are simply unbearable!
"Here I come." Mo Xun held back the curse words in his heart and walked into the bedroom carrying the medicine box.
Mo Xun checked Shen Wei’s pulse.
Li Yuanjing sent someone to take Leyou out. Leyou is still young and cannot suffer too great a blow.
Le You looked back every few steps, with his head hung, and left the bedroom in a depressed mood.
After Le You left, Mo Xun told Li Yuanjing: "Your Majesty, the poison in the concubine's body has spread to her internal organs. Her pulse is naturally weak. She may die at any time. Perhaps, she will not be able to wait for the detoxification pill sent by General Sun."
Li Yuanjing's face was as cold as frost.
Mo Xun gave Shen Wei two more injections, replaced the herbs in the incense burner, and prepared to leave the bedroom with the medicine box on his back.
The bedroom was quiet, and the aroma of medicine from the incense burner slowly spread. Li Yuanjing leaned against the bed, looking at Shen Wei's lifeless face, the pain in his eyes almost becoming tangible.
"Weiwei..." Li Yuanjing murmured to himself.
Wake up soon.
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The next day, the spring rain fell gently, and all the flowers, plants and trees in the harem were wet, and their leaves were green.
It was misty and rainy. Liu Qiaoer was holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a dark green silk skirt, walking slowly on the long palace road.
"This road is the only way for the emperor to go to and from court every day, right?" Liu Qiaoer confirmed with her personal maid again.
The maid nodded: "Yes. At this time, the emperor should be leaving the morning court."
Liu Qiaoer smiled.
She dressed up carefully today, wearing a green silk skirt and a jade hairpin in her hair that the emperor had given her. Due to eating simple meals for a long time and neglecting her skin care, Liu Qiaoer no longer has the beauty she once had.
But she firmly believed that the emperor still had feelings for her.
The friendship between childhood sweethearts in adolescence always has a beautiful filter.
"My Lord, the Emperor is here." The maidservant was sharp-eyed and saw the majestic guard of honor at the other end of the palace road, so she hurriedly reminded Liu Qiaoer.
Liu Qiaoer curled her red lips and stopped at the flower bed beside the palace road, eagerly awaiting the emperor's arrival.
The rustling sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer.
When the emperor's sedan chair approached, Liu Qiaoer spoke in a clear voice: "I greet the emperor. May the emperor be well."
A light drizzle fell on the oil-paper umbrella.
Covering up Liu Qiaoer's still charming face.
Whenever Li Yuanjing asked a question, Liu Qiaoer would calmly put down her oil-paper umbrella and reveal her true face.
The spring rain is drizzling, the oil-paper umbrellas engraved with the ink painting of Jiangnan are elegant, and the beautiful palace concubines are wearing green vine skirts - this scene must be very pleasing to the eyes and beautiful, and it can capture Li Yuanjing's heart.
Unfortunately, the emperor's carriage did not stop.
Just skip Liu Qiaoer.
Liu Qiaoer was stunned. She thought her voice was too soft, so Li Yuanjing didn't hear it.
So she hurriedly chased after him in her embroidered shoes, wanting to talk to Li Yuanjing again. The eunuch in the honor guard stopped Liu Qiaoer and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "Empress Qiao, if the emperor wants to see you, he will only send servants to pass the message. The emperor has been in a bad mood recently, you should wait some time before seeing him."
Liu Qiaoer stopped.
She watched the emperor's back gradually walk away towards the Yongning Palace.
The personal maid came over and whispered, "Master, let's wait for a while. Concubine Chen has suddenly fallen ill. Once Concubine Chen dies, you can continue your relationship with the Emperor."
Concubine Chen suddenly fell seriously ill, and the news could no longer be concealed.
Everyone in the harem knows it.
Some are happy and some are sad.
The palace maids and concubines who had received the favor of Concubine Chen all burned incense and prayed to Buddha, praying for Concubine Chen's safety.
Some people also seized the opportunity and wanted to take advantage of it to get promoted. Not only Liu Qiaoer, but several other concubines were ready to make a move.
Liu Qiaoer pressed her brows and said, "I'm just worried that Concubine Chen will be lucky and survive."
The personal maid said, "I have gone to the Imperial Hospital to inquire about it. It is said that Concubine Chen's illness is incurable."
Liu Qiaoer held up an oil-paper umbrella, her eyes flickering, "Well, I'll wait a little longer."
She has been keeping a low profile and patient for many years, so it doesn't hurt to wait a few more days.
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Two more days passed.
At nightfall that day, Li Yuanjing was reviewing memorials in his study in Yongning Palace. The flooding in the south was very serious after the beginning of spring. Several old dams broke and floods raged.
Li Yuanjing held a red pen in his hand, frowned as he read the memorial sent by the prefect of Nanzhou, and quickly wrote down his comments.
A pile of memorials were reviewed.
Li Yuanjing was in a gloomy mood. He looked out the window at the gray and dark sky, which was as black as ink.
Li Yuanjing sighed, as if questioning the heavens: "I have done my best to serve the people and the world. Although I am not as good as Yao, Shun, Yu and Tang, I am also a wise ruler who cares for the people. Heaven, if you have eyes, why do you want to take away the person beside me?"
The night wind beat against the window, but the sky did not respond.
Li Yuanjing lowered his cold eyes and murmured, "I was suspicious and jealous, and I reaped the consequences."
If he had been more rational and not hurt Shen Wei's feelings, perhaps Shen Wei would not have suffered this ordeal.
Li Yuanjing regretted his decision.
At this time, Eunuch Deshun suddenly rushed into the study room happily and announced the good news: "Your Majesty! The imperial concubine has woken up!"
The red pen in Li Yuanjing's hand fell onto the desk with a click.
The title page of the memorial was smeared with a layer of bright red cinnabar.
Li Yuanjing strode towards the bedroom next door, and the bead curtain was lifted and shook.
Deep in the light green bed curtains, Shen Wei had already opened her eyes and was looking around.
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